Aug 10, 2025
‘ a thousand empty bottles & fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day. ’
the note lay neatly tucked on his counter, easily viewable from the door, only moreso from the dust that covered it. a wave of magic cleared it so as not to disturb the pancil scratch left there by a strangely familiar hand.
" Surprised and flattered that you would think of me, Captain. "
but he was right. grief was a terrible gnawing thing. over time it left you alone, only to stir at the strangest of moments. a smell, a song, a feeling... that was all it took.